Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea North and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cybotron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.